Page 38 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

CASEY

“ F uck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chant as Kodie’s hips thrust forward, his dick stretching me in the most mind-blowing way.

His teeth grind, making his jaw pop as he gazes at me with dark, hungry eyes.

One hand is locked around my hip, the other wrapped around my throat, his fingers tightening in warning.

“Quiet,” he growls. The depth of his voice sends tingles racing through my body.

I nod, clamping my lips shut.

There isn’t a chance of me doing anything that will put a stop to this.

I don’t know why he’s here. I don’t know how he found me. But I don’t care.

He’s here, and that’s the only thing that matters.

I groan when he circles his hips, his cock buried deep inside me.

“Fuck, this pussy,” he mutters as he slowly pulls out and slides back in. “Fucking heaven.”

“Yours,” I say again, wanting to see his eyes flash with possession like last time.

His grip on me tightens, sending fire shooting toward my pussy.

“Oh god. Kodie.”

The second his name rolls off my tongue, his control snaps.

His hips thrust forward with such force, the desk beneath us shifts, colliding with the wall.

“Shit. Kodie,” I gasp as I grip his shoulders harder to hold on.

He’s like a man possessed.

My heels dig into the top of his ass, attempting to pull him even deeper. I don’t think it’s possible, but I’m happy to try.

I need every single part of this man I can get.

“Yes. Oh god. Fuck,” I gasp as he continues his relentless thrusts.

I’m louder than I should be, but with the desk banging back against the wall, I’m not sure it matters.

Heat rises between my legs as my release builds.

“Casey,” he groans before leaning over me and stealing my lips.

His kiss is wild and messy. It’s everything.

“Come for me,” he demands before shifting his hold on my hip and pressing his thumb against my clit.

I cry out as his fingers squeeze my throat tighter, cutting off my air.

I’m flying.

Fucking soaring.

“Come all over my dick, Casey. Show me how much of a whore you are for me.”

His words are fucking kryptonite, and I shatter.

I lose all sense of my surroundings—of any words or noises coming from my mouth. The only thing I’m aware of is him as he swells even bigger inside me before his own orgasm claims him, and he drops his head to my shoulder.

Wave after wave rolls through me, and he works me through every single one until I’m a trembling, sweaty mess.

His lips move against my damp skin, and I swear his tongue sneaks out, licking me.

I shudder as he softens.

My muscles clamp, desperate to keep him inside me, to make our connection last a little longer.

It’s pointless. He might still be touching me, be inside me, but I can already feel him pulling away.

He releases a long breath, and the warm air rushes over my chest, making my nipples harden again.

But as much as I might crave round two, I already know it isn’t going to happen.

Hell, round one probably shouldn’t have happened.

We’re in my dad’s house.

Everyone is downstairs.

His teammates. His coach.

Fuck. His daughter.

Regret slams into me.

What the fuck were we thinking?

“Kodie, I’m s—” My words shrivel and die on my lips as he stands to full height, his eyes focused on my pussy.

His jaw clenches so tight, I’m sure he’s about to crack a tooth. His chest heaves, his muscles pulled tight.

He’s freaking out.

He—

Fuck. We didn’t use a condom.

“K-Kodie,” I stutter, closing my legs to hide the evidence of what we just did.

“No,” he growls, his giant hands gripping over my knees to keep me spread for him.

My breath catches at the dark, possessive look in his eyes.

He’s freaking out, but it’s about more than what we just did.

“It’s okay. I’ve got an IUD, and I’m clean. I swear to you.”

He swallows thickly, not saying a word as he reaches forward, drags two fingers through our combined release, and pushes them inside.

“Kodie, fuck,” I gasp.

It takes him a few seconds to react, but eventually, he looks up, his eyes locking on mine.

“You look fucking incredible with my cum running out of you, Trouble.”

All the air rushes from my lungs.

“I’ve never…” He lifts his free hand to comb his wild curls ba ck, conflicting thoughts warring behind his eyes. “Fuck. We shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’ll be okay. Even if it weren’t safe, I’d never?—”

He silences me with a kiss. It’s just as heated and as reckless as before and I cling to him, desperate to keep him to myself for a little bit longer.

“I’ve got to go,” he finally says, our lips still connected.

“I know,” I say softly, fighting the emotion that crawls up my throat.

“This was…you are…fuck, Casey.” His soft, confused chuckle fills the air. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t be sorry. I don’t think it’s a bad kind of crazy.”

“Oh.”

He pulls back and looks me dead in the eyes.

“I don’t know what’s going on here, but…” My breath catches. “But I’m not sure I can stop.”

“Kodie, I?—”

His fingers press against my lips.

“Don’t,” he warns. “There’s every chance I’ll never leave this room if you say anything like I think you’re going to.

” I nod in understanding. “I’m gonna go.

I’m gonna take Sutton home and…” He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Hell, I’m probably going to go home and freak out,” he confesses.

“But this. Fuck, Casey. This,” he says, cupping my cheek tenderly.

“This what?” I whisper, desperate to hear the end of that sentence.

“This…you…it’s not enough. I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.”

My heart soars at his words, but they’re not enough to stop the chills when he steps back and finally allows me to close my legs.

I sit on my desk in a puddle of our cum, watching as he dresses.

The room is silent, aside from our heavy breathing.

There is so much I want to say, but I can’t.

He’s right. He needs to get his daughter and go home.

It’s Sunday night. She has school tomorrow.

He’s a father. He can’t be wild and reckless like this.

He has responsibilities.

Once he’s dressed, he stands to full height and studies me.

“Casey, this was?—”

“Don’t,” I whisper. I don’t know if he’s about to say something good or bad, but I can’t deal with either right now.

He nods and moves across the room.

The second the door closes, all the air rushes from my lungs, and I slip off the desk, collapsing on the floor in a sated, exhausted mess.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, staring into the room as the last few minutes of my life float around in my head.

I was dreaming, right?

That was a fantasy.

But it felt so real.

“This…you…it’s not enough. I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.”

God. Kodie Rivers didn’t really say that to me, did he?

It’s too good to be true. There is no way this is real.

Time passes as I sit there on the floor, reliving everything that happened. I can’t bring myself to move. If I do, I’m admitting that it’s over. And if I step back into the shower and wash his scent from my body, I’m effectively erasing the evidence. And I want it. I want him.

“Oh shit,” I gasp when footsteps approach my door a beat before the handle rattles and it opens. “Wait,” I cry, desperate to stop whoever it is.

I shift on the floor, attempting to cover up as much of myself as I can, but it’s pointless. Anyone would know exactly what just happened in here with one look.

I breathe a sigh of relief when a head pokes around the corner and I find my best friend smiling at me with wicked intent sparkling in her eyes.

“You’re welcome,” she sings before collecting my abandoned towel from the floor and handing it over.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Damn right. Tell me I didn’t just win the best friend of the year award.”

“Parker,” I sigh.

“Oh, come off it. You can’t tell me that Kodie Rivers didn’t just come up here and fuck your brains out. It’s written all over your face.”

“Christ,” I mutter as I wrap my towel around myself.

Parker squeals. “You’ve got that glow.”

“What glow?”

“You know, that after amazing sex glow. Man, I’m so jealous right now.”

“I just got fucked by one of Dad’s players in his own house. In my childhood bedroom.”

“In the childhood bedroom where you used to hide posters of said player and fantasize about him. How fucking hot is that?”

“How disrespectful,” I counter, cringing at my own actions.

I am the worst daughter in the world.

Dad has asked only one thing of me. Don’t get involved with his players.

And look at me.

I’m a disgrace.

“Okay, sure. If you look at it that way, then?—”

“Parker,” I snap.

“Casey, you’re a grown-up now, and there is something between the two of you. It’s electric.”

“It’s wrong.”

Parker lowers her ass to my bed and rests back on her palms.

“Look, I know it’s cliché and whatever, but…what if he’s the one, Case? What if all of this is one big love story that’ll have a happy ending?”

“And what if it has disaster written all over it?” I counter.

She raises a brow, a smirk twitching at her lips. “Life is unpredictable, Case. You’ve got to take every opportunity when it arises in case you never get the chance again.”

B y the time I showered and found the courage to go back downstairs, most people had left. Not that I cared about most people. There were only two I was interested in.

The house was tidy, but funnily enough the backyard looked like a hockey team had barrelled through it, so Parker, Freya, and I, along with Dad and Freya’s parents, embarked on the job of putting it back together again.

By the time we were done, the sun had long set and the temperature had dropped.

Dad offered to make more food and drinks, but all I wanted to do was lock myself in my apartment and obsess over everything that happened today.

Pathetic? Maybe. But I don’t care.

I’m living out my ultimate teenage girl fantasy, and I’m more than happy to drown in memories of experiencing what it’s like to be touched, kissed, and fucked by Kodie Rivers.

I don’t bother putting any lights on in my apartment. Instead, I make my way through to my bedroom and change into my pajamas.

With my cell in my hand, I crawl into bed and get comfortable.

Hope swells within me that I’ll wake it up and find notifications to say he’s messaged.

But the second it lights up, I find emails and messages from everyone but him.

I quickly reply to Dad to let him know I’m home safe and send a gif in reply to Parker before going through everything else.

But he’s not there. He hasn’t reached out.

A lump climbs into my throat as I think about his words being nothing but post-sex bullshit.

He won’t be the first man to say things he doesn’t really mean while riding out an orgasm, and I’m sure he won’t be the last. But staring at the evidence that he clearly hasn’t thought about me since stings.

Maybe it was a one-off.

He’s had his fill today, and that’ s all he needed.

Forcing myself to put my cell down, I slip lower in my bed and curl up on my side.

He’s just doing the right thing, Casey.

No matter how much you might want him, he’s not yours to take.